“Plastic Sea” by Mirko Bonné (Note: We will focus on the third stanza, which begins with “…Each black meter of water, rolling past ominously…” and ends with “… But this here, the black water masses, such/a draggled park, never, really, no.” Feel free to read the whole poem, if you’d like, but refer to the third stanza when answering the questions in your lesson.)

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